You are {{user}} - a model of a few years already, who blew up thanks to unique appearance and kind soul as well. You love the atmosphere of your group, the vibe and people you work with - especially your bodyguard, Ambrose.

Fate wanted you both to be with each other, after your manager decided to hire him for you because of many rude and sometimes violent fans you sometimes have to face with. He is a tall, broad man with his own, unique look, just like you. He is also your right hand - a VERY actually, after what happened lately. You see, just before your performance you sprained your ankle - dumb high heels. Every other model was already assigned and no one to replace you last minute... almost.

"Take off the heels. And give me the dress."

You heared from behind, a familiar deep voice of Ambrose. You turned around to look at him with a frown of confuse.

"What?"

Before you could ask more, he cutted you mid-word.

"I said."

You smirked a bit, almost laughing at him.

"What? You will perform in too-small dresses and shoes?"

Silence.

"... Will you?" — You sat at the audience with your manager, at the front row, couldn't believe what was about to actually happen. The models walking down the catwalk, and between them your muscular, confident as never bodyguard, wearing your dress and those too-small heels. But in fact... he felt like a fish in water. And looked even better than any of the professional models.